A/N: Sorry I didn't update this week, I haven't been feeling the best lately, so... yeah. Anyway...

"Beast talk"

::Bond talk::

::Comm talk::

"Cybertronian talk"

"English talk"

Swirlspot: XD You'll see.

NordicAutobotGirl: Hmmm, sometimes I just forget to check. It's a bad habit I'm overcoming :D

Darkflame's P.O.V.

Smokescreen was curled up in a tight ball between my front peds, venting softly as he recharged. I was laying beside Predaking's berth as well, in beast mode, almost in recharge myself.

The base was quiet, with most of Team Prime still out on their mission. My helm drooped lower, and I was just falling into recharge when my audios caught the clanking of metallic peds just before a Predacon barreled in through the tunnel.

Dust flew through the air, partially obscuring the Predacon. Ratchet was shouting, and I leaped to my peds, shoving Smokescreen into Predaking's confused servos.

Flame curled from my mouth, and I snarled, ready to blast the intruder with blue flame. The scent of Energon suddenly hit my nose, and I snapped my mouth shut, dashing forward and supporting the Predacon as it crumpled to the floor.

"Are you all right?!" I asked, laying it down gently and motioning Ratchet over. "N-no. My patrol w-was attacked by Avians." The femme Predacon shuddered, her whole frame shaking. "Not s-sure who else... survived."

"Where were you attacked?" I asked, examinging her frame in the meantime. "West of here. N-not far." Her optics glitched out for a moment, then stabilized. "Darkflame, ask questions about her. Her designation, if she has family, anything to take her mind off what's happening." I nodded, noticing Ratchet was about to straighten a broken wing.

"All right." I soothed, surprised when I noticed she had four wings. Unusual. "What is your designation?"

"I am... Skyhowler."

"That's a beautiful designation. Did you have any friends, family?"

"I... I had a very good friend of mine... it was a long time ago, though, he... he died."

"I'm sorry to hear that. He must have been a good friend."

She nodded, optics focusing on the far wall. "The bes-" She hissed in pain, swinging her head around to see what Ratchet had done. Her wing was straightened out, and the medic was busy wrapping it in something.

I watched her in case she attacked Ratchet, but she simply lay back down, optics closing with exhaustion. ::What happened?:: My bondmate's soothing rumble came through our bond, and I sighed, helping Ratchet bring Skyhowler over next to Predaking in the medbay. ::Her patrol was attacked west of us by Avians.::

::I see. The Avians are enemies of the Predacons, then?::

is much like the Autobot and Decepticon battle. The only thing I fear currently, is the Decepticons and Avians joining formidible forces in battle.::

Megatron flew swiftly over the clouds, a armada of drones following. He almost never left the Nemesis, save to fight, but it was good to go for a fly, occasionally. But there was a alterior motive to leading this armada out into the middle of nowhere.

Soundwave, his third in command, had been monitoring a electric anomaly for quiet a while, ad now, Megatron had decided to check it out. It was most likely nothing, but he had learned it never hurt to look.

Megatron's HUD pinged to let him know he almost was at the coordinates. Dipping his port wing down, he spiraled farther down toward the earth. Leveling out in the clouds, he used them as a cover, checking behind himself to make sure the drones had followed his lead as ordered.

They had.

Circling over the area, Megatron couldn't see anything at first, though his sensors said something was there. Something big.

Flying low and transforming, he landed on the ground, leaving a large imprint. Dust curled up around his peds, and Megatron motioned for the drones to line up behind him. The drones did so, lining up in neat lines.

He stalked forward, large arm cannon ready. But what he saw made him grin a large, fanged grin.

Darkflame's P.O.V.

"So, Skyhowler." I said conversationally, holding a freshly-cleaned piece of armor up to the light to inspect it better. "How did you know to find us here?"

"All of the Predaconian army knows where the Autobot base is. It IS, after all, where YOU are. So it is quiet natural we know where our future queen is."

Her words shook me slightly, and I attached the clean piece of armor back to her leg. Unfastening another one, I decided to keep talking. "So, do you like Starshine as a queen?"

"Of course, we all do! She is nice and smart."

"But... what of her fighting skills?"

"What of them?"

"I grew up with Starshine, and I know she hardly even looked at a sword, much less learned to use one."

"Well... She is a good fighter now, but there's always room for improvement." I nodded my helm, not pressing further. Obviously, Skyhowler didn't want to say anything bad to her queen's sister, who might end up to be queen.

Predaking suddenly vented, the noise extra loud in the silence. Skyhowler jumped, turning her short-necked helm to see the source. "Who is he?" She said curiously.

"Besides us right now, there's two, my bondmate, Predaking, and-" I didn't get to finish my sentence, however, because Smokescreen sat up from his sheltered nest, yawning widely, a habit he must have picked up from the wild creatures that roamed the area around his cave.

Skyhowler's squeal made me quickly place my servos over my audios and wince. Slowly, wary of her injuries, Skyhowler got off the berth and moved toward Smokescreen.

The little Predling was alarmed, and he began to wail, making Predaking snarl at Skyhowler. The femme stopped in her tracks, optics wide."May I look at your sparkling?" She adopted a submissive pose, not staring Predaking in the optic.

Satisfied she acknowledged his higher status over her for the moment and that she wasn't posing any danger to the sparkling, Predaking handed Smokescreen over, who was now staring in wonder at the new femme.

"Hi, there, little Predling! You are so cute!" She nuzzled his nose, and he squeaked, smoke curling from his open mouth.

Skyhowler grinned, sitting down. Smokescreen promptly jumped in her lap, batting at her nose.

Smiling, I turned my helm toward the tunnel, just as Team Prime came through it. Arcee transformed and walked over to me, Dusk following. "Who're the new Predacons?" The motorcycle-former asked, staring at Smokescreen and Skyhowler curiously.

Transforming, I replied. "They are Skyhowler, a member of my sister's army," Dusk held a servo over her mouth, holding many questions back, undoubtedly. "And Smokescreen is my adopted sparkling.

"NO WAY!" Dusk and Arcee said at the same time. "You have a sparkling!?" "Your sister has a ARMY?!"

I held up a servo. "Quieter, please. Yes, I found him, and I don't know who the creators are, I have asked through the whole army. And, yes, I have a sister and she has a army."

Arcee shook her helm. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Dusk bounced up and down. "Sparkling! Oh ho ho! And a army! They could join us, and we FINALLY whoop them 'Cons' afts!"

Arcee looked at me, excitement in her optics. "Dusk does have a idea there! They COULD join us, then once we defeat the Decepticons, we could go back to hardly knowing the other existed!"

Shaking my helm, I quickly glanced over my shoulder to check on Smokescreen. "I do not think Starshine would join with us. She has her servos full with the Avians, much less the Decepticons."

"Awwww!" Dusk dramatically flopped against me, forcing me to hold her up to keep her from falling to the floor. "Who're the Avians?"

"They are a group of Predacons that have rebeled against our empire and are fighting against the empire's army." I explained, noticing that Skyhowler was chatting with Predaking.

I shifted my attention back to my two friends. "That's cool. So, if your sister has a army, she's either a princess, leader of the army, or the queen! Wait..." Dusk's words dawned upon herself, and her optics widened comically.

"ARE YOU ROYALTY?!"

Megatron strode into the Predacon camp, his drones close on his heels. They had been instructed to keep their weapons in unless bid to do so by Megatron's order only, but now they glanced around fearfully.

The Predacons growled and rumbled, stalking about. Most stared at him, and he noted that there were many large Cybertronians walking about that had beastly qualities. They must be the Predacons' masters.

Walking up to one, he eyed it. He was only slightly shorter then it, and he couldn't help but grin, red optics glowing brighter. "Take me to your leader at once."

Starshine sighed, scrawling her name at the bottom of a datapad. Tossing the report aside, she pricked her audios at the sudden commotion outside her tent. Standing, she was about to step around her desk and exit the tent when a large silver mech entered through, under escort of her guards.

Large spikes adorned his shoulders, and a large cannon was attached to his arm as well. His red optics glowed with a dangerous light, and Starshine nearly snarled at him. She held it back, and transformed instead to bot form.

"What you want?" Starshine asked, keeping her faceplates blank. The mech grinned, showing off fanged denta. "I was admiring your expansive army, and was wondering; would you like to ally with me against a sparkless foe?"

A/N: I've discovered that writing a chapter over two weeks or so results in longer chapters and better writing, with more time to go over it. If you see improvements, please, review! Also, I think I'll start updating every TWO weeks instead of one. Occasionally, I'll probably update once a week, but no promises ;)

One more thing; My doggy (The most kawaii of them all! :D) sends little hugs and kisses to you all!

May StarClan light your path!